"If I don't leave now, I might end up making love to you again."

He donned his coat and descended into the snowy outdoors. Waylen drove himself. An hour later, a black Land Rover came to a halt in front of a dimly lit rental building. Exiting the vehicle, he closed the door behind him.

A man in his early thirties approached Waylen. The man had the air of a detective about him. He reported in a hushed tone, "Mr. Fowler, when I arrived, the man was already dead. He was strangled with a rope. The scene... You will know when you see it."

Waylen extracted a cigarette from his case, offering one to the detective as well.

Both men smoked as they entered the old building one after the other. They stood before Room 302.